This year I can say I’ve racked up 58 years of Christmas memories. Mostly good. And when I recall the year 2002 I remember it starting out to be the best Christmas ever.
Two months prior we had moved into to our new dream home and on December 3rd, I was busily planning my husbands office party to be held there while waiting for him to come out of his colonoscopy. Believing my husband was strong and healthy I wasn’t a bit worried about the procedure (which is actually unusual for me), instead I turned my attention to the upcoming event. Today, the last thing on my mind was cancer. But It’s amazing how our focus can do a 180 in a heartbeat.
And just like that, with a few hard words the party was over and our world took a drastic turn.
I’ve discovered we should always expect the unexpected because the unexpected is expecting us. Join me today as I guest post over at Abby McDonald’s blog series, Anchored Souls, finding security through life’s changes and find out how God intervened to make this the best worst Christmas ever.